So before I know it, I’ve been here for six months. Sweaty, stifling October days when I arrived were replaced with months of uniform grey – which in turn have been replaced with sweaty April and now May. The temperature climbs and the rains fall.
‘The school is over the bridge’ she told me. My hands suddenly felt a little clammy. ‘Over the bridge?’ I gasped.
Teacher day was coming. ‘Can we party?’ my adult students asked. Obviously they didn’t know me well enough to know that wasn’t much of a fair question. I responded in really the only way one can when this is put to you. Yes – obviously.